Yea, I could see it nd feel it, the spirit, as it was leaving my body. No it would not stay for a while. I turned nd watched it crawl away. So far away, I could not see that far. Nd all those things I held so sad. Them things, they kill me, they betray me. These pins these needles, they never leave me. This crookked cross is bleeding deeply. Let the smoke close my eyes. Bring the time to change my mind. Wash away this dirty soul of mine. The curtain, it slowly closes. The plays, how they quickly change around you. Not a trace. No familier face. Only the soundtrack nd bruises, we keep to ourselfs. I reach out nd I wait forever. I speak out nd my thoughts die. My cross is crookked, my spirit is denied. Yea, let the smoke close my eyes. Bring the time to change my mind. Wash away this dirty soul, this dirty soul of mine. "Some say" the world is dieing. Nothing stays the same, nothing good remains, no one ever stays, feelings always fade away. People change when lives are destroyed. Well I will never walk with you again, never will we share the daze my friends. Wash away this dirty soul of mine.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Jul 2013 00:21:37 +0000
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